Straight Female / 26
Gentle Femdom!
These stories about strong, dominant but clearly loving women this week have been awesome to read, especially for me as I've been a soldier since I was 18 and only recently began to have a life to myself and explore my sexuality a bit more with my boyfriend, Kyle (civilian).
We're from rural Kentucky, so traditional gender roles are handed out when you enter the state. When I told everyone I wanted to serve I got A LOT of criticism, a lot like the female lacrosse player. I got called dyke, lesbo, and GI Jane, pretty much constantly my last year of high school because apparently wanting to defend one's country and learn some skills (and get college paid for) makes you less of a woman. Jokes on them, as I got to travel Hawaii and Germany during my time in the service, and the ONLY reason I left was an injury I got that made walking and running just about impossible. I also got most of a degree on the house which I finished when I got out.
But anyway, on to the good stuff. My sub husband, Kyle. I've known him since we were kids and we were part of the same friend group. He was the scaredy cat, the worrier, the one we had to make fun of before he'd do something even the least bit risky. I fell in love with him when we were 11 years old, when we got him to ride his bike down a STEEP dirt hill and he wrecked. That was the first time I held him, there in the dirt, and it felt right even then. It especially felt good for my raging hormones. As we got older, we had a few physical encounters, some minor exploration. He was the very first person to lick my pussy - I just told him to do it one day and he said, "okay." He had no idea what he was doing, and he said "tastes tangy." Always, though, we'd retreat from it before it got really serious and by the time we left high school he was dating the school bitch and I was obsessed with the military.
Kyle and I didn't get together until about halfway through my time in the service. He had been married (to the same school bitch) and it fell apart when she discovered what he was and used that to justify fucking every guy she could. She got pregnant by a guy that looks nothing like Kyle and when the little girl was born it was obvious they were through. So I held Kyle again as he hurt, this time in a very different way. I wrecked that home and don't regret it one bit - he would have never left if not ordered to do so. He genuinely believed everything was his fault. No honey, Sandra is just a fucking worthless c**t. It's okay.
Our sex is all about me giving commands, sharply and loudly, then soothing him with my body when he does what I want. I dominate him, pushing him down to the bed, the floor, the couch, chairs in the house. I inspect his clothes when we go out, hands behind my back while he stands by our bed "in uniform," totally pretending I'm a drill instructor (I had a female drill instructor in basic and she was SO hot, my inspiration). I make him wear matching panties to mine, and check to make sure, watching his gorgeous cock get harder and harder when I have him drop his pants and inspect, ie stare and coax and order him to rise. Then he gets a couple of strokes and a peck on the cheek. Good little soldier at attention!
God I love the power! His adoration and how he will puff out his chest and say "ma'am yes ma'am," when I command him around (even though that's totally wrong, it's so cute). How he'll clean the house from top to bottom when I order it in the morning before we go to work (he does online tutoring as a job, so he always works from home!). The house gets inspected while he stands there in his panties, then he gets a pantyjob or handjob reward if it's up to my standards. If not - he gets punishment.
I've taught him to properly lick my pussy at this point - that was first step in his training, lol. That dumb bitch Sandra didn't even bother to try such an apt and ready pupil.
We're from rural Kentucky, so traditional gender roles are handed out when you enter the state. When I told everyone I wanted to serve I got A LOT of criticism, a lot like the female lacrosse player. I got called dyke, lesbo, and GI Jane, pretty much constantly my last year of high school because apparently wanting to defend one's country and learn some skills (and get college paid for) makes you less of a woman. Jokes on them, as I got to travel Hawaii and Germany during my time in the service, and the ONLY reason I left was an injury I got that made walking and running just about impossible. I also got most of a degree on the house which I finished when I got out.
But anyway, on to the good stuff. My sub husband, Kyle. I've known him since we were kids and we were part of the same friend group. He was the scaredy cat, the worrier, the one we had to make fun of before he'd do something even the least bit risky. I fell in love with him when we were 11 years old, when we got him to ride his bike down a STEEP dirt hill and he wrecked. That was the first time I held him, there in the dirt, and it felt right even then. It especially felt good for my raging hormones. As we got older, we had a few physical encounters, some minor exploration. He was the very first person to lick my pussy - I just told him to do it one day and he said, "okay." He had no idea what he was doing, and he said "tastes tangy." Always, though, we'd retreat from it before it got really serious and by the time we left high school he was dating the school bitch and I was obsessed with the military.
Kyle and I didn't get together until about halfway through my time in the service. He had been married (to the same school bitch) and it fell apart when she discovered what he was and used that to justify fucking every guy she could. She got pregnant by a guy that looks nothing like Kyle and when the little girl was born it was obvious they were through. So I held Kyle again as he hurt, this time in a very different way. I wrecked that home and don't regret it one bit - he would have never left if not ordered to do so. He genuinely believed everything was his fault. No honey, Sandra is just a fucking worthless c**t. It's okay.
Our sex is all about me giving commands, sharply and loudly, then soothing him with my body when he does what I want. I dominate him, pushing him down to the bed, the floor, the couch, chairs in the house. I inspect his clothes when we go out, hands behind my back while he stands by our bed "in uniform," totally pretending I'm a drill instructor (I had a female drill instructor in basic and she was SO hot, my inspiration). I make him wear matching panties to mine, and check to make sure, watching his gorgeous cock get harder and harder when I have him drop his pants and inspect, ie stare and coax and order him to rise. Then he gets a couple of strokes and a peck on the cheek. Good little soldier at attention!
God I love the power! His adoration and how he will puff out his chest and say "ma'am yes ma'am," when I command him around (even though that's totally wrong, it's so cute). How he'll clean the house from top to bottom when I order it in the morning before we go to work (he does online tutoring as a job, so he always works from home!). The house gets inspected while he stands there in his panties, then he gets a pantyjob or handjob reward if it's up to my standards. If not - he gets punishment.
I've taught him to properly lick my pussy at this point - that was first step in his training, lol. That dumb bitch Sandra didn't even bother to try such an apt and ready pupil.
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